Abdul Aziz Imad was not a handsome man. He was tall and muscular, but his face was mean. His skin was ravaged with acne scars. Known for his pompous cruelty to his foes, the pockmarks explained a lot.

He was momentarily distracted from his many plots and intrigues by the sight of the beautiful woman on her knees before him, sucking his cock. He loved that he was so powerful, whores could blow him while he did business. Which is exactly what the suited gentleman in the leather chair across from "Imad the Madman" was intent to do.

"You didn't bring me all the way on the Concorde to watch some slut go down on you sir." The gentleman (who was an American Senator) grumbled. He was watching the action intently. He had noticed when he crossed his legs; he had started to pitch a tent. Imad had a hell of a way of dealing.

"Aahh, yesss." Abdul Aziz hissed in pleasure. He looked directly at the Senator. Senator Mark Farmington of the great state of Missouri. Aziz gently took the beautiful woman's head off his dick and pulled her around by the shoulders to face the Senator who was known for his tough stance on pornography and moral decay. The Senator who was there to trade weapons manufactured by his "friend's" company for an American "businessman" held in Imad's prison looked at her gorgeous face.

Her eyes were almond shaped, but they were an almost artificial brown. Amazingly dark. Her hair fell in perfect, black ringlets just past her lovely breasts. She was naked except for a pair of thigh-high black stockings and heels. Around her neck was an odd-shaped pendant and jeweled earrings dangled from her delicate lobes. She smiled at him as he parted his legs to see his hard-on.

She crawled over to Senator Farmington and smiled seductively, unzipping the fly of his expensive silk trousers. She took his penis in her hand and covered it with her mouth. Aziz moved up behind her and shoved his prick in her cunt.

"QaHbeh, nek ni!" Abdul Aziz slapped her ass and plugged her pussy with his dong. "Fuck me while you suck the American! You whore!" He thrust madly into her, giving her bottom a spanking with each thrust.

Farmington had his head back in the chair with his face contorted in pleasured torture. He let out gasps and curses as the ravishing creature ravished his woody. She would run her tongue up and down the shaft, then shuffle his balls in her mouth. When she got his entire tool in her mouth and worked him up and down, it was too much to take. He shot his juice. Some of it escaped her mouth and sprayed her black, curly hair. For a man, Farmington let out a pretty girlie scream.

Through his hazed and happy eyes, Farmington watched Aziz dog-fuck the girl. He felt a little cocky himself realizing that he was so powerful, he could get a blowjob and watch live screwing while he did business. Yep. Imad had a hell of a way of dealing.